Mysterious Dust
A rather lanky man tottered through a narrow hallway, forcing his way through hordes of capable soldiers who were very prideful of their unmatched strength. The slender man seemed frustrated, as displayed by the wrinkles near his eyelids and the occasional clench of his hands.
He rocked a pristine white coat but was clad in dark, medieval armor beneath. In his relatively thin arms lay a cherry-red folder containing various files, all jumbled within the tiny space. The man walked with quick, small steps, maneuvering through the crowd like a professional.
'These guys seriously need a shower,' he mused before clenching the part above his nostrils to block sweat's squalid scent. An expression of disgust appeared as he tensed his facial muscles, commenting inwardly about the unpleasant smell.